I've moved on...
...to a different domain. Why, what were you thinking? The truth is, I just woke up one day and decided it's time for a change—a metamorphosis, if you will; or, in layman's terms, if Britney can shave her head, then maybe so can I? Nevertheless, it's been a rather handsome 10 years of talking to you, and thank you for putting up with all my moodswings and terrible dad jokes. Fear not! The hormonal imbalance and jokes are more terrible on CUBICLE, see you there.

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Here’s to the end of exams and deadlines, and a decent start to summer – I toast to you o dear readers, with much love – with Coke on the rocks.

Shopping report: £5 Leather belt from Rockit, Acid spray crop tee from Zara, Sex and the City Season 5, La Vita e Bella… I think I’m ready to play.

Just one more thing, there’s an exhibition for my year in a Brick Lane gallery called Free Range starting Friday, ten to seven, just look for Central Saint Martins Two/Thirds. Everyone’s welcome, you’ll probably find me sitting in a corner on an elevated bar stool with a cone on my head for not meeting set-up deadlines. We’ll see, it’s still 6am now, I still have time before 1pm, don’t you think? Oh I fail in life.